Chapter 228 Go Say Hi
Preston’s mind went blank. His body froze up, breath caught in his throat.
Jude only spared Preston a single glance before turning away.
As for Kyla, Jude didn’t even acknowledge her existence.
But her heart pounded.
Jude just looked at me! No doubt about it! That gaze landed in our direction. I’m sure of it!
Instantly, all the bitter thoughts she had about Tilda disappeared.
Maurice and Alfie noticed as well. Alfie said, “Jude, isn’t that your uncle’s son?”
“I’m not familiar with him,” Jude answered flatly.
In his eyes, most people weren’t even worth remembering.
To Jude, Preston was just Ryan’s son who shared the same last name with him.
He didn’t have any spare memory space for someone so insignificant.
“We can tell.”
Alfie and Maurice were used to Jude being distant.
After all, the Bells weren’t what they used to be.
If not for Jude, they’d have already slipped into irrelevance. Neither the Woodwards nor the Rowses would bother with them.
But Jude alone had flipped their fate.
He dragged the Bells up to the top of Slosa’s high society. Even the strongest families had to give him respect.
It was no exaggeration to say that Jude was the Bells‘ savior.
Without him, they’d be nobodies again.
Still, some people in that family didn’t get it.
Una leaned close to Tilda and whispered, “I still don’t get it. How is someone like Preston related to Jude? They’re not even in the same world.”
She had seen Preston at the Nightingale Bar.
When she found out he was from the Bells, she was extremely shocked.
To her, the Bells had always seemed untouchable in Slosa. She thought every one of them would be like Jude, who could silence a room with just one look.
Clearly, she’d been overthinking it.
Even in a family that strong, someone like Preston could still exist. He was full of pride, but with nothing to back it up.
“Guess it’s just luck. Families must’ve racked up major karma in past lives to get someone like Jude.”
Tilda and Una kept trash-talking Preston.
Meanwhile, he could feel Jude’s cold dismissal eating at him.
His face burned with anger.
He told himself over and over not to explode, or else Jude would win.
Deep down, Preston knew the truth. Even if he dreamed of replacing Jude, the gap between them was massive.
Preston still needed time to grow.
Jude ran DY Group and carried the whole Bells. Picking a fight with him would be pure suicide.
“All right, Kyla, let’s stop caring about them. Let’s eat.”
“But Preston, I want to say hi to Tilda. Go sit down first. I’ll head over.”
Running into Jude, Alfie, and Maurice like that?
She couldn’t waste the chance to show off.
If she let it slip, Tilda might snatch them all away.
Kyla had to leave an impression.
Preston froze, stunned she’d even suggest that.
But while he was still processing it, Kyla had already walked off.
“Hello, Tilda…” she said softly.
Tilda almost lost her composure.
Kyla actually had the nerve to stroll over, pretending to be sweet.
Is she fearless or just shameless?
Her sudden greeting made everyone pause.
But Tilda noticed where Kyla’s eyes kept drifting toward Jude.
Now it was obvious.
Kyla wasn’t here for small talk. She was drooling over Jude.
Kyla didn’t realize that Tilda could see straight through her act.
She was so hooked on Jude that she could barely think straight.
Her eyes clung to his perfect profile.
Damn! He’s gorgeous! He’s the best!
Even Preston couldn’t measure up standing next to Jude.
Especially that effortless aura Jude gave off–nobody else even came close.
Kyla leaned in closer to Tilda, but she stood closer to Jude on purpose.
She wanted to flaunt her figure and let him notice.
Her long hair fell just so, her perfume drifting lightly in the breeze.
She was putting on a show.
She could almost breathe in Jude’s scent.
It was dizzying.
So that was what Jude smelled like.
She’d never been this close to him before.